No belt test today

Fiona woke up with a mild fever and upset stomach, and she reported that she feels shaky when she gets up, so no belt test today. This also meant she missed an all-day singing get-together with the kids with whom she spent a week at church music camp last summer. She is pretty crushed with disappointment. Watching Hidalgo is not an adequate substitute, but it's the best we've got for now.

International Embarrass Yourself as an Artist Day

Having been double-dog dared by matociquala, I have pulled out the earliest sample of writing that I can find. This is from 1978. I am not quite sure this fits her criteria, since it's a school assignment. Think of it as fanfiction. Ibsen fanfiction. The assignment was to write a fourth act to A Doll's House. When I wrote a thank you letter to all my high school English teachers when Emerald House Rising came out, sending them a copy of the book, my senior year English teacher faxed this to me in 1998. He had kept it for twenty years, handing it out as a sample to students as he continued to assign this exercise. Therefore, I present to you, the fourth act of A Doll's House:

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